This Plane of Ways to Loveas I cannot count just one,as with dreams of sleep to days when writingreach, Revealing dedicationto World of lost expressionwith Never overstepped correction,saying, It is only you for whom I do this,only you My Love,unrepentantly.

I will not give my trust expectantly,but if when break appear,might you take a lesser day,one in which you may do little,and spend it with me,as my heart fledge having seen your soul;and then we kissed,and what, in this, you sensed,in all the pleasures I know--I may never.

And though this day—tomorrow is,Thanks to each be givenwithin words, Has it been long enough?Not since last exchange,but since these eyes engaged,still wanting nothing more than your presenceso as to ask, Forgive my not returnwhen I could not know you were looking;I would never miss a chance to meet with you.

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